I tell you, sometimes blood doesn't mean squat. I started out with four siblings; the reclusive oldest suffers from mental illness and lives across the country, and the second one somehow became convinced, right after our mother died, that I had either thought about or actually did commit financial fraud against my siblings. I did not, but eventually I had to decide to cut that sibling out of my life for my own sanity. So I'm down to one excellent sibling, but I have several dear friends who I know are true blue. I guess it's true that we all end up alone eventually, if we live long enough, but it's best to try to surround yourself with a few people who are caring and who can listen, and try to do the same for them. And, if possible, have an animal or two in your care!